Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master’s joy.

The voice at midnight came ;
He started up to hear ;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame—
He fell—but felt no fear.

At midnight came the cry,—
“To meet thy God prepare!”

He woke, and caught his Captain’s eye;
Then strong in faith and prayer,

His spirit, with a bound,
Left its encumbring clay ;

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground
A darkened ruin lay.

The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease $

And life’s long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.

Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ,

And, while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour’s joy.